User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/A Rewrite of Redwall: Loamhedge/@comment-3135907-20150405042403/@comment-2246928-20150603163400

The rat looked from one fox to the other, sighed, and nodded. Suddenly, Skrodd laughed in his rough, vulpine voice and thrust his spear into the ground. "You two are late enough, might as well give Burrad a little more waitin'- 'E's fat enough. C'mon, start a liddle fire 'n' cook that woodbird up!"

They seemed far away from the main camp to not have to worry about getting spotted as long as they kept the smoke to a minimal amount, and the rat shrugged and traded a grin with the ferret, who was once again just as chipper as prior the foxes' arrival. "Harr, knew you two saw things our way!" Bounding eagerly over, the rat began to tear the feathers from the bird's carcass, chortling. The ferret raised his shortbow to the two vulpines. "Come 'n' sit 'ere, mates!"

Leaving Raspentail's side, the tall fox shook his head and selected a position beneath the shadow of one of the many trees surrounding the four hungry vermin, bringing his spear along with him and placing it in close reach next to his right forepaw. "We'll hunt fer another couple afore we return. We've got time, 'tis barely dawn. Make sure 'tis nice 'n' roasted, Larvey!"

He called after the rat, who flinched slightly at the use of Burrad's ridiculous nickname for him, but nodded just the same.